His eyes flash. “I thought we went over this.”
“Excuse me?” I ask icily.
“Anyone can look at you and see you’re dragging ass. Are you getting enough rest?”
I haven’t been sleeping well.
But only because I’m pregnant unexpectedly.
And worried about my and my baby’s future.
That would make it hard for anyone to sleep properly.
“No, of course you’re not getting enough rest,” he mutters. “I knew I should have canceled. This entire night has been a fucking nightmare.”
My temper flares. “My food?—”
“Was incredible as always,” he says, taking the wind right out of my sails. “It’s the rest of it.” A shake of his head. “You’re already exhausted. And I’m adding to it when the fatigue in the first trimester is supposed to be intense.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Know that you’re not getting enough rest?” He rolls his eyes. “Astronauts on the International Space Station could see those dark circles beneath your eyes, that’s how I know.”
“No.” I shake my head. “How do you know about exhaustion in the first trimester?”
“I read the books.”
I freeze. He’d mentioned the pregnancy books at my appointment. But I just thought…I guess I just thought it was lip service.
“You read them?”
“You’re carrying my baby,” he says softly. “I need to know these things.”
My heart squeezes and I open my mouth?—
“What the actual fuck?”
Eighteen
Leo
I turn at the shrill question.
Right.
This has been more than enough.
I don’t give a fuck if it is Shannon’s birthday.
This needs to end, and it needs to end now.
“Look,” I begin. “I didn’t want to do this tonight, but it’s clear we’re not working out.”
Only…
It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall.
She doesn’t hear a word of what I’ve said, just plunks her hands on her hips and paces away a couple of feet, ranting, “I’ve ignored the fact that you’ve been mooning over another woman all night like a love-sick puppy.”
